Chapter 252

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

The female manager hadn't had time to answer when another customer who had just finished paying at the side immediately chimed in.

"Brother, you haven't tasted Lu Boss's culinary skill, have you?"

That customer stared fixedly at the main food area at the very back of the restaurant, as if the dazzling array of seafood laid out in the restaurant didn't exist at all.

"Seafood can be eaten anytime, but Lu Boss is here today, I sincerely advise you to try the fried noodles first. His fried noodles are way more delicious than the seafood. If you go late, you won't get any!"

The female manager stood in place, only feeling her head buzzing.

What kind of talk is this?

In a seafood buffet, the most delicious thing isn't seafood, but fried noodles?

She felt this was the most absurd thing she had heard in her life.

She had worked in this Dayang Seafood Buffet Restaurant for five years, rising from a waiter to manager.

Every day, the most frequent praise she heard from customers was either the fresh king crab or the freshly steamed lobster.

This was the first time she had heard a customer say the most delicious thing here was fried noodles.

She couldn't help but look toward the seafood counter; the chefs were still skillfully processing ingredients for customers, working very seriously, not looking like there was any problem at all.

But when these customers mentioned fried noodles, their eyes all shone bright, not looking like they were faking it either.

The female manager opened her mouth, still wanting to say something.

Yet she saw that hesitant customer had already been persuaded, following quickly toward the main food area.

Carrying her inner doubts, the female manager couldn't help but follow along.

She wanted to see just what kind of fried noodles could make so many people chase after them crazily.

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Behind the main food area counter, Lu Feng wore the restaurant's chef uniform, looking at those familiar faces in the queue, and couldn't help but smile.

This queuing formation was exactly the same as when his small shop on Food Street first opened.

If it weren't for customers carrying various seafood passing by from time to time around him, he would have thought he was still in his own small shop right now.

"Lu Boss, really didn't expect it, to actually meet you here at noon!"

"Yeah Lu Boss, our company has been working overtime like crazy this week, I haven't gone to your shop to eat yet, didn't expect to run into you today! Lu Boss, you've given me a huge surprise!"

"Lu Boss, why don't you just come here every noon from now on! Food Street has too many people, eating there requires queuing for half a day, here we can eat earlier, how great!"

"Exactly exactly! I think this suggestion is good!"

Facing the customers' enthusiasm, Lu Feng also smiled and responded: "Today I just came temporarily to help out. If you want to eat in the future, it's still at Food Street. Everyone don't rush, today you'll all get to eat."

"Those in front, stop chatting, hurry up and order! I came rushing over without eating lunch!"

A customer behind touched their stomach gurgling with hunger and started urging.

Lu Feng looked at the queuing customers, pointed at the ingredient rack behind him and said: "Today at noon there are only three flavors of fried noodles: egg, shrimp, beef. In a bit I'll fry them in order. After frying, I'll put them in the counter. You each take one portion. If you're not full, there's still seafood in the restaurant."

After all, everyone wants different flavors. If made one portion at a time, by two o'clock these fifty portions of fried noodles probably wouldn't be finished.

Fortunately, one pot of fried noodles can make five portions, so the speed will be much faster.

Hearing Lu Feng's words, the customers all expressed agreement.

Lu Feng didn't say more, turned around, fired up the stove, and prepared to cook.

Lu Feng at the stove was like a precise fried noodle machine at this moment.

The stove fire roared, fried noodles and shrimp flipping up and down in the air continuously.

The enticing aroma swept over the queuing customers like a tide, making them all stare with longing.

The female manager arrived at this moment.

"So many people?"

She couldn't help but rub her eyes, doubting whether she had seen wrong.

She had worked here since the restaurant first opened.

The main food area from the start was the coldest corner in the restaurant.

The staple food made often had quite a lot left over every day until closing time.

Even when the restaurant business was most booming, the main food area never had a scene of queuing for food.

But right now, no one was queuing at the seafood counter over there, while the main food area, which was always the least popular, had instead formed a long queue.

This was the first time she had seen such a situation; it was simply inconceivable.

Just what magic does today's fried noodles have?

Actually making these customers, putting aside high-end seafood like king crab and Australian lobster, run here to queue for fried noodles?

The female manager's inner doubt grew heavier and heavier.

If it weren't for these customers having already paid, she would almost want to suspect these people were plants hired by this newly arrived chef.

"No, I have to taste it too."

The female manager frowned, quietly walking to the end of the queue.

Today was really a bit strange; as the manager, she naturally had to figure out the reason.

The female manager had just stood at the end of the queue for a short while when several more customers appeared behind her.

She looked toward the door; there were still several guests there who, upon entering, headed straight this way.

"There are quite a lot of people queuing here, estimate we'll have to wait a bit to eat."

The female manager really couldn't help herself, and facing a short-haired woman who had just walked over, she advised: "You can go taste the restaurant's seafood first, and come back for the fried noodles later when there are fewer people — it's the same."

The short-haired woman stopped her steps, looking at the female manager with an expression of "you're too naive."

"Come back later? I'm afraid you don't know Lu Boss's influence, right? Once the people behind arrive later, this queue will only get longer, the fried noodles will be gone in a moment, where would there still be a time with fewer people to wait for?"

"There are still people coming?"

The female manager couldn't help but widen her eyes.

She had just looked at that group of diners at the door, and at this moment there were already only a few people left.

She had originally thought that these people were already all of them.

She hadn't expected that listening to this customer's tone, there might be even more people coming for the fried noodles later.

"That's for sure."

The short-haired woman spoke with a tone full of pride: "You don't know, right? At Lu Boss's restaurant on Food Street, the people queuing every day can line up to the street's end; how many people dream of being able to eat one more portion of what he makes? Today he came here to help out, such a good opportunity, who would be willing to miss it?"

She had just finished speaking, then didn't chat more with the female manager, and hurriedly walked to the end of the queue.

The female manager froze in her original place, her brain once again a bit not enough to use.

Lu Boss?

Food Street restaurant?

She couldn't help but look toward Lu Feng, who was busy in front of the stove.

This young man is also a boss? He himself runs a restaurant?

But he himself runs a shop, and moreover has this many loyal customers, business is definitely booming.

Why would he come here to work?

Is it that his shop encountered some situation, or is there some other reason?